Aedan feels a (fuadan) wrote in repose, @ 2018-10-09 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, aedan byrne, destiny sokol |
Aedan and Destiny
Who: Aedan and Destiny
What: When you're in need of a witch...
Where: The trailer
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: Probably low, maybe some grisly stuff.
He should have brought the box -- this was realized as he pulled up in front of the trailer, the lights inside dark. Personal items helped with location, pieces of the person helped more, his aunts had always preferred fingernail and hair clippings. Rarely flesh. It had stunk up the house then, acrid burning that made his eyes water and irritated his lungs and throat enough to cough until someone glared daggers at him and he went outside. Bog air was different, better, cleaner in ways that people sought to replicate but never could.
Outside of the car there was only the scent of people: waste and lust and overly scented detergents. The pavement was cool under his bare feet -- he hadn't bothered to put any shoes on. All he had was the white button down and his jeans, the cuffs lovingly faded around his ankles. His car door slammed shut and it took three, neat, long strides to make it from the car to the door. Jesse was missing. Jesse, who should have been out enjoying the air in San Francisco bay, fog rolling over his skin like weed smoke. Or perhaps back to New York to enjoy the Big Apple, all grimy streets and too many people, too much glass and metal. But he wasn't.
Aedan rapped two bare, slightly knobby knuckles against the door and waited. Destiny was the nearest witch. If Jesse could be found quickly, she would be the one to help.